In Need of a Mirror?
Every day I hear from people that their life would be just right if only someone else would change their ways to be more like them, for they are truly righteous. After first reaching for a mental cleanse to wash out this toxicity, my first instinct is to find a HUGE mirror to hold up to their face.
Not one person needs to change, to do something, anything, to be right in the eyes of another. No sir, change is without a doubt an inside job. Somebody, likely the same person who was first afflicted with finger pointing, finally figured out that when I point my finger at you, there are truly three fingers pointing back at me. And these are not just any fingers. They are my own roadmap to where I can find the source of the river change.
As the twelve-steppers call it, stinky thinking is the source of what ails so many on the desolate path to find a cure out there through someone else. What’s needed is a reflective surface that shines back all that is true and all that is false.
Do I not like a quality in someone else? I better get busy and go within to find the root of that tangle within myself. Until I untangle all the parts of myself I have mistakenly intertwined with you, I cannot come apart. And surely, I must break myself apart before I can like, Humpty Dumpty, pick up the pieces and put myself back together.
Only until I do this, can I at last stand before the mirror of truth, and proclaim yes this is who I am. I own all the parts of myself, the golden, the not so golden and the shadow. Doing this, I am finally free to BE fully present in my world.
Are you ready?
Every day I hear from people that their life would be just right if only someone else would change their ways to be more like them, for they are truly righteous. After first reaching for a mental cleanse to wash out this toxicity, my first instinct is to find a HUGE mirror to hold up to their face.
Not one person needs to change, to do something, anything, to be right in the eyes of another. No sir, change is without a doubt an inside job. Somebody, likely the same person who was first afflicted with finger pointing, finally figured out that when I point my finger at you, there are truly three fingers pointing back at me. And these are not just any fingers. They are my own roadmap to where I can find the source of the river change.
As the twelve-steppers call it, stinky thinking is the source of what ails so many on the desolate path to find a cure out there through someone else. What’s needed is a reflective surface that shines back all that is true and all that is false.
Do I not like a quality in someone else? I better get busy and go within to find the root of that tangle within myself. Until I untangle all the parts of myself I have mistakenly intertwined with you, I cannot come apart. And surely, I must break myself apart before I can like, Humpty Dumpty, pick up the pieces and put myself back together.
Only until I do this, can I at last stand before the mirror of truth, and proclaim yes this is who I am. I own all the parts of myself, the golden, the not so golden and the shadow. Doing this, I am finally free to BE fully present in my world.
Are you ready?
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